Spreading the fingers of my still-trembling left hand, I looked at the bare spot where Asher’s ring had been. At the indent left behind. And I wanted to punch the dashboard just like he had yesterday. I wanted to scream, and cry, and rage at the world. Because none of this was fair. I wished I could go to him now. I craved the solace of his arms around me with a desperation that I could hardly bear. But I couldn’t do that to myself. Even if he comforted me tonight, tomorrow he’d break my heart again. And there were only so many times I could put myself through that. Only so many times I could
...more
